The Pickup Line

Chapter Four

"Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow know what you truly want to become."

- Steve Jobs

-Sawyer-

"Get up my little graduate!"

Now that's strange, why is Derek Hall from ninth grade invading my dream and telling me to wake up?

"Get up! We have to get ready for the rest of your life!" I groaned out loud, realizing that it was morning and my mom was trying to wake me up.

"Ten more minutes," I told her, pushing my head under the pillow. I moved around, stretching my arms and legs without getting out of bed.

"Sawyer Burdges if you don't get your ass up right now, I'm not going to your graduation," I hear Gracie say, the smell of coffee becoming clear

.

"Okay, okay, I'm up," I tell them, shifting to my side to look at them. I watched as they looked at my, proud grins on their face.

"My baby is graduating today," my mom said as her eyes got glassy. Gracie reached over and grabbed her hand, smiling at her emotional state.

"Mom, stop it! I don't even have make up on to ruin yet," I said, reaching up and taking the mug from Gracie's free hand. "Thanks Grace," I told her, taking my time in sitting up. They both sat down on each side of me, pulling me into a huge hug. I smiled, finally awake enough to I realize that I'm graduating today.

"Okay," Gracie said as she pulled away, "It's seven-thirty, and I've already done my make up, and now I can do yours!" she exclaimed, carefully pulling me up and out of bed.

"Wait, let me make my bed up. Go ahead and set my make up out, I'll be there in a minute," I said, setting my coffee on the bedside table.

I made my bed as usual, fast and smooth. I pilled my pillows onto my bed and picked my coffee back up. I walked into my master bath, seeing Grace all set up like she was a professional. She always did her make up so smoothly and flawlessly. I was good at my makeup, too, but she can do winged eyeliner on every single try.

"Pull your hair away from your face," she told me, handing me a ponytail. I quickly pulled it all into a bun for her, hopping up to sit on the counter as she said to.

"Hey girls, I'm going to get ready in the other bathroom," my mom said, peaking her head into the door.

"Okay," we both said to her, Gracie's eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she worked. I sat there like that, opening and closing my eyes and mouth as she told me so. Having nothing to do, my mind went to Brayden. I was loving it. His smile, the dimples, the way his cute and plump lips looked, his eyes. Oh gosh, his eyes were so gorgeous that I thought if I kept staring at them, I'd get lost.

"Look straight," Grace told me, filling in my barely there red eyebrows.

"How are we doing my hair today?" I asked. We had talked about it last night, but if I'm right, we never agreed on anything.

"I already straightened mine, and so did Tess. They're going to come over as soon as Hannah's make up is done and we're going to do your hair together," she replied, brushing some blush on my cheekbones.

"Are we curling mine, or straightening it?" I asked. My hair was down to my mid back, and either way was fine with me.

"Well, I was thinking we straighten it and then French braid it halfway. That way it's half up, half down and you won't be too hot," she said, putting my makeup back into my makeup bag.